1. Of women no more evil will I say,|
The lightsome loves that help my heart to live
The sun sees nothing sweeter on his way
They pledge their faith and break it. I forgive,
2. All I forgive and scandal them no more.|
I am their servant. Let the witless jeer,
Though their slain loves are numbered by the score,
I love them living and their ghosts are dear.
3. The cunning wits are loud in their dispraise,|
And yet I know not. If their breed should fail,
What comfort were in all the world's wide ways?
A flowerless earth, a sea without a sail.
If these were gone that make earth Heaven for men,
Love them or hate, 'twere little matter then.
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